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Chapter 1

1 Return of the Tiny Fingers

The tiny fingers under the door werecrack under the front door, waiting for the tiny pink digits to suddenly appear and begin straining toward her

Standing on the front porch of her ho her dark hair and ruffling her pink nightgown and robe

“Benji?” she whispered

The hard, steady knocking against the door was a terrifying reminder that her zombified husband, Lloyd, was just on the other side She could barely lass panes set in the door Blood was s it harder to see into the house

“Benji?”

Jenni waited for the tiny fingers, but they didn’t co the cold cement of the front stoop The crack under the door was far too big She had told Lloyd that ers under itor a tiny little hand, trying to reach its mother

“Benji?”

Lloyd was throwing hiainst the door now, and it shook beneath the iers should be pressed under the door right now, reaching for her, straining for her But they weren’t there The crack under the door, oers

“Mom!”

Jenni rose sharply to her feet

“Mikey?”

Her twelve-year-old son ran around the side of the house, barefoot and in his pajahtly in his arms

“Mikey! Benji!” Jenni stumbled as she rushed toward them